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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.