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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.