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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Television,
Hardrive,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.