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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.