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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.