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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.