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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
MC5,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.