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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Q65,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.