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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Normal 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.