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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.