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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.