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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.