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 Canada 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.