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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.