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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.