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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Swans,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.