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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.