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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.