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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Index,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.