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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Fluxion 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.