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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.