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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Visage,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.