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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.