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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.