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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.