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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.