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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.