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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Crime,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.