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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gong,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.