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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
MC5,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.