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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.