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 India and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.