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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.