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 Italy and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.