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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The United States of America,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.