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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.