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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.