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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Delta 5,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.