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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.