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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.