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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.