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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.