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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.