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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.