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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
ABC,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.