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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.