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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.