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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.