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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.