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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.