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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.