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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.