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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.