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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.