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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.