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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.