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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
UT,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.