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 Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.