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 Kosovo 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.