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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.