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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.