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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Suicide,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.