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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 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 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.