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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swans to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.