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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.