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 Senegal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.