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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.