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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
The Litter,
Slave,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
CMW,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.