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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Organ,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.