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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.