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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.