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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.