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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.