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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Black Dice to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.