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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.