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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.