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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Magma,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.