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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.