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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.