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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.