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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.