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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Jandek,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.