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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.