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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.