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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
PIL,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.