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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.