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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.