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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.