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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.