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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
The Wake,
MDC,
Television,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.