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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.