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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.