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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
UT,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.