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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Cluster,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.