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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.