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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.