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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.