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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.