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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.