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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.