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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.