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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.