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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
JFA,
UT,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.