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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
MC5,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.