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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.