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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.