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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.