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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.