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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.