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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.