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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.