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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.