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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.