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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.