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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Japan,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.