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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Monks,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.