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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.