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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.