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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.