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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Magma,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.