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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Monks,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.