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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.