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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
CMW,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.