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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.