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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Q65,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.