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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Happenings to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Scion,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.