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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
June Days,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.