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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.