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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.