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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.