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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.