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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 United States of America to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.