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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Mars,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.