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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
DNA,
Mars,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.