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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.