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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.