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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.