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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.