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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Urselle,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.