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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.