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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.