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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.