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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rakim 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 disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.