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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.