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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.