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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.