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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.