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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.