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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.