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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.