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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.