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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.