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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
UT,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.