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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.