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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.