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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.