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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.