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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.