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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.