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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.