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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.