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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.