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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Crime,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.