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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.