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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Television,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.