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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.