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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.