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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Quantec,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.