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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.