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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.