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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.