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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.