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 Albania and from Accra.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
the Swans,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.