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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.