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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.