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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.