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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.