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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.