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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Mars,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.