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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.