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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.