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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.