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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Pole to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.