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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Remains,
JFA,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.