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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Index,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.