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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.