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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.