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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.