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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.