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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.