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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the disco 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.