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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
The Names,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.