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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.