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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.