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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.