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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Skaos,
AZ,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.