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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.