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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.