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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.