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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.