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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.