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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.