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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.