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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.