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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.