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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.