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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.