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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
The Move,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.