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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.