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 China and from Edmonton.
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 Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.