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 Liechtenstein 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.