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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.