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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.