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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.