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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.