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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.