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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.