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 China and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.