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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.