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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.