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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.