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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp 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 punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
cv313,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.