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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.