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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.