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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.