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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.