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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.