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 Uganda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.