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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.