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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.