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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.