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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.