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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.