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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Pole,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.