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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.