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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.