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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.