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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.