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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Television,
Skriet,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.