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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.