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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.