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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Index,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.