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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
The Names,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.