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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.