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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.