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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Quantec,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.