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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.