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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.