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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.