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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.