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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.