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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.