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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.