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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.