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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.