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 Belize and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Technova,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Move,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.