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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.