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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.