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 Greece 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
the Swans,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.