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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.