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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.