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 China and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.