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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.