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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.