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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.