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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.