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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.