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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.