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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.