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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.