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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.