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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.