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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.