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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.