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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.