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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.