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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.