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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 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 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 Wings to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.