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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.