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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.