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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.