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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.