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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.