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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.