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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Monks,
Slave,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.