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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.