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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.