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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Monks,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.