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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.