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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Gories,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Remains,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.