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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.