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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.