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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Can,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.