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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Swans,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.