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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.