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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.