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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.