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 Guyana and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.