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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.