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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.