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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.