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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.