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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.