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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.