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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.