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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.