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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.