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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.