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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.