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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.