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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.