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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.