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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.