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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.