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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.