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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Camouflage 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Standells,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
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.