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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.