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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Roxette,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.