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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.