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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.