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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.