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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.