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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Qualms,
ABC,
Q65,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.