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 Japan and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.