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 India and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.