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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.