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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 PIL to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
The Names,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.