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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.