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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Blancmange,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.