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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.