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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.