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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.