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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.