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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.