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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.