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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Faust,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.