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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Jandek,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.