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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
UT,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.