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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.