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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 mellotron 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.