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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.