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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.