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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.