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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.