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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.