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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Monks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.