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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Smog,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.