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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.