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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.