Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.