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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.