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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Visage,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.