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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.