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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Oneida,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.