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 Mali and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.