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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.