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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.