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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.