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 Lebanon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.