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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.