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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.