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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.