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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson 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 punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.