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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.