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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.