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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.