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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.