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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
The Index,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.