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 Panama and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.