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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage 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 Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.