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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.