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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.