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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
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Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.