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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Corsano to the rap 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.