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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.