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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Cluster,
the Association,
ABC,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.