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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.