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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Techniques to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.