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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.