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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Associates,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.