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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.