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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.