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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Swans,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.