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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Index,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.