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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Franke,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.