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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.