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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
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.