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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.