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 Armenia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.