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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.