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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.