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 Maldives and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.