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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.