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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.