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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.