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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Japan,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.