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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Can,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.