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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.