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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.