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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
JFA,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.