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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.