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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.