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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Technova,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.