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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.