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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.