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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.