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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.