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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.