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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.