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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.