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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Wings,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.