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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.