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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.