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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
cv313,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.