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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.