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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.