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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.