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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Victims,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.