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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.