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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.