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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.