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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.