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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.