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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.