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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Index,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.