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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.