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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.