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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.