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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.