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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.