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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.