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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
June Days,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.