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 Australia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
JFA,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.