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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.