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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.