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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.