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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.