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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.