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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.