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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.