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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.