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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.