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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.