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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.