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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.