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 Guatemala 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The Cure,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.