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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Can,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Swans,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.