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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.