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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.