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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.