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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
UT,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.