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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.