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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.