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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Monks,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.