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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.