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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.