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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.