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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Monks,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Nico,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.