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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
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.