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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.