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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.