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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.