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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.