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 Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Smog,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.