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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.