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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.