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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.