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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.