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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.