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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.