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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.