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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.