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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.