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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 London and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Faust,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.