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 Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.