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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.