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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Association to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.