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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.