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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.