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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.