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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.