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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
X-102,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.