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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.