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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.