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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Can,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.