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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.