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 France and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Excepter,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.