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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Mars,
KRS-One,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.