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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.