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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.