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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.