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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.