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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.