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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Scion,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.