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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.