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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Darondo,
UT,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.