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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.