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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.