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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.