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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.