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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.