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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.