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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.