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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.