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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.