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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.