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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.