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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.