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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.