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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.