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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.