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 Maldives and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.